Dark Betrayal




A stormy night, A young, fragile boy, A torn widower, Walking, Walking away from their problems, Walking, Walking away from their worries, Walking, Walking to their new life, Not knowing,What is next,Whether,They will still be living their lives to the fullest,Whether,The thing behind them wants to kill them or not,They run, Not looking back,Their minds give out,So do their legs,They're fragile,Weak,They know this is the end,They know there is no hope,They bow down,To the fact that they will be dead,Within the thirty second head start that the monster gave them,They look back, Scared to die,Not ready to give their lives away,Away to the blood-curdling monster from beneath the shallow waters,Suddenly,The widower feels a light graze to her side,As they look back to find the monster,They see nothing,They crouch down,Their heads touching the ground,Staying there for what feels like hours,Until they feel the burning sun rays,Glowing on their backs,The young boy looks up,Scared,Vulnerable,Until he sees a little girl,Standing in front of a red farm house,She slowly walks to the little boy,"Come with me, I want to show you something,The young boy calls the widower, as he walks with the girl, to the farmhouse,The big,Red,Farmhouse,The young boy steps in,Into the farmhouse,He feels,Cold,Compression on his chest,Pushing him to the ground,He calls for the widower,"Here, please help, I'm here",He looks for the girl,She's nowhere to be seen,Nowhere,To be found,The widower spots the boy,She feels unable to help,She suddenly falls,Collapses to the ground,Hitting her head,The boy suddenly gains his feeling again,He runs to the widower,Hoping she opens her eyes,
"Please wake up, please",The boy cries,The boy sobs loudly as the widower,Dies,In his arms,As he cries for help,He feels a blow to his chest,He looks up,Not knowing what's happening,He sees the little girl smiling,Eerily,At him,He falls unconscious on top of the dead widower,She was possessed,Possessed by the ghoul hunter haunting the farm house,She shot him in the chest,As a cry for help,To get out of her slavery.



















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